with every attempt at breath
Suffocation of mind and spirit
as black and white-grey ashen particles
stick to skin and cloths and eyelashes
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!
Hell’s strange silent sound of heat
presses in on senses,
ears melting...
Will heat enter through my ears
to melt what is left inside my head?
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!
Illusions of Safety in halls, on boats, at show grounds
where volunteers make sandwiches and eternal pots of tea.
Countless plastic water bottles
magnifying the warming rhetoric
heating unfolding anger and anguish
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!
Air-con, conning psyches to believe in respite
from reality, solidarity, familiarity
with the burning of broken pieces of heart,
the art of which becomes
incantations of sorrowing lamentations
for what is lost to heat
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!
Lord, have mercy!
O God - if you are in Heaven
Come here to hell to ease our burns.
...
Have mercy.
(C) A A Koh-Butler, 2020
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